Chapter 2017: Lighting the Strange Dream in the Heart (Part 47)

Westerners prefer black tea because black tea has a mellower taste, is heavy in flavor and rich in color, and is very suitable for adding sugar, honey, and milk for preparation.

In their view, green tea is a bit too bland and tasteless, not a good drink to entertain guests. Americans are also particularly fond of sweetness, so most shops here do not sell green tea. Since coming here, Schiller had not drunk any decent green tea either.

But Schiller looked down at the teacup and tea leaves in his hand, and then savored the taste in his mouth again.

The Mingqian tea of Dongting Biluochun had a strong aroma and a kind of umami that other green teas did not have. The sparrow tongues tossing in the water were like clouds and waves. It was clearly the most authentic Biluochun. Schiller had not tasted this flavor for a long time.

He turned to look at Walt. Walt shook his head somewhat childishly and said, "It seems someone is not interested in my story."

Schiller just stared straight at him.

Walt tilted his head, looked at Schiller from above his eyes, and revealed a mysterious smile.

Schiller narrowed his eyes.

But at this moment, Walt shook his head and said, "I don't have your story here, but I can tell you my own."

"I was not a child of a rich family, but I had a unique talent for storytelling. I also devoted my life to the cause of creating stories, hoping that my stories could bring happiness to more people."

"When I learned that I was seriously ill and not long for this world, what made me feel the saddest was not death itself, but that I could no longer create happiness in this world."

"I was not able to see the day when Orlando Disney World opened. I knew this would become my greatest regret. Every time I thought of this, I couldn't let it go for a long time."

"I hoped, I hoped incomparably that I could truly see the completion of this park, and see the carefree smiles of those children and their parents here."

"But I knew I couldn't wait for it." Walt lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and said, "This story will not have a beautiful and happy ending as usual. Only I, only I cannot have it."

Schiller felt a kind of heavy grief from Walt's narration, and thinking of the animated works he created during his lifetime, one could see that he was a person with a deep pursuit of a beautiful ending.

Disney's golden age was full of joy and reunion. The classic works that brought laughter to a generation were filled with very pure happiness, even to the point of making people truly believe that the world was beautiful.

But this master faced a not-so-beautiful ending—he would never be able to see his great vision, the completion of a dream-making park that truly gave people childhood innocence. How could he not have regrets?

Thinking of this, Schiller understood. What Walt wanted was just a perfect story ending, even if it was in a comic book.

And the Walt he saw now was not the real Walt Disney, but the real Walt Disney, driven by obsession, who joined forces with Stan Lee and Marvel to create a version of himself that could see the completion of Orlando Disney World, a version of himself that represented a beautiful ending.

"And now you see it." Schiller looked at Walt and said, "You stayed here, watching every smiling face, watching them play carefree in the park you built."

"Yes." Walt smiled again and said, "Gave my story a perfect ending."

"In this universe, I am a mutant, and my mutant ability is to inspire the emotions of others and turn them into real power, just as I have always done."

"The cartoons I created became the childhood of many people. When they grew up, the happy emotions they once gained from the cartoons would support them, allowing them to face life with a stronger posture."

"And in this park, the happiness stimulated by those amusement facilities will also turn into real power, thereby infecting more people, and even all intelligent life that comes here."

Schiller had some realization and continued, "So anyone who comes here cannot behave in a way that does not fit the atmosphere of the amusement park. Then what about the scope of influence?"

"Intelligent life, all beings are equal." Walt said with a smile.

"And that's not all. When these happy emotional powers accumulate enough, I can also change reality to a certain extent. The things you saw when you lit the statues in the amusement park are all real." Walt took another sip of tea and said.

"Then what about my story?" Schiller asked, looking down at the teacup again.

"Do you know? This universe was not my first choice." Walt looked at Schiller, then he stopped covering up and said, "You should know that in that era, there were comic companies far more famous than Marvel."

Schiller certainly knew that for a long time, the most famous comic company in the world was DC.

Could it be that Walt also considered DC at the beginning?

This was not impossible. DC comics of that era were not very dark and deep. For a long time after Batman appeared, they were detective comics that tended to be relaxed.

Then considering popularity, Walt's first choice indeed shouldn't have been Marvel. It was normal for him to contact DC personnel.

But in the end, he still chose Marvel, which meant he didn't reach an agreement with the DC people. Then what was the reason?

Schiller looked at Walt with puzzled eyes, and Walt continued, "Perhaps you should think about the difference between the Supreme Gods of these two worlds."

Schiller also thought of this point. The universe settings in the comics of Marvel and DC companies borrowed from each other, but the biggest difference in the settings regarding the Supreme God was that Marvel set the Supreme God as the comic creator, while DC was God.

If one were to ask what the difference between the two was, then clearly God was also the deity believed in by everyone in the world of Schiller's previous life, and could even be said to be the God of the three religions combined.

For a time, because of religious reasons, DC had to hide the name of God in the comics and call it "The Presence," which just showed that this God was the God in the three religions, not some fan-fiction character.

Thinking of this, Schiller suddenly had a flash of inspiration. If the God in DC comics was the same God as the one in the real world he once lived in, if they were truly God, and there was truly a God in this world, then besides him, who else could make a soul cross the universe?

Was Walt hinting that his transmigration was related to God?

And how did Walt know?

Schiller thought that if Walt had also looked for DC, wanting to write a perfect ending for himself in DC comics, but failed in the end, then who interfered with the failure?

If Disney intended to authorize, the probability of any comic company in the world agreeing would be very high. DC didn't agree. Could it be that it was truly interfered with by some high-dimensional existence?

Assuming this was truly a trap set by Walt Disney, the target comic company would definitely be acquired by Disney in the end, thereby writing a perfect ending for Walt Disney. Then could it be that DC learned about this in advance from some existences and didn't step into the trap?

Who would this existence be?

Schiller sighed in his heart. He had actually thought about whether there was any special explanation for his first stop being DC. Now it seemed that everything was indeed related to God.

"Alright, it's useless to say these things now. Since you're here, why don't we talk about something serious." Walt tilted his body to one side and looked at Schiller.

Not disturbed by the noise in the Tower of Thought at this time, the greed that had been waiting for a long time instantly cleared away the complicated thoughts and turned its attention to the serious business.

Schiller sat up straight instantly, cleared his throat, stood up and walked to the door, beckoned to the outside, and the other three walked in.

Next was the time to talk about serious business. Although the things discussed were quite mysterious, it was actually the same set of commercial negotiations.

First, both sides had to put forward their demands.

"We need a complete universe." Schiller spoke first: "Possessing a rigorous universe structure, capable of carrying the activities of souls around a single universe, and at the same time leaving a certain amount of redundancy to prevent accidents."

"And we need more participants from both sides, and may even carry out some personnel exchanges in some universes of the two worlds, but will try our best not to interfere with the story line."

"I can complete the first point." Walt said very simply. He looked at the God of Stories and said, "Just turn this into a story under the quill, and it will naturally possess a complete universe structure. This is also the reason why I invited him over."

Several people looked at the aged Loki one after another, and the young Loki felt very curious. When the elderly Loki spoke, Loki recognized that he was the Loki who had appeared in front of him twice claiming to be the God of Stories.

"I am the child of the story, and also the father of the story." The elderly Loki said in a slow tone: "Every story I create becomes a universe in the big world. This is the authority I possess, approved by the Supreme God."

"I have already visited the previous Battleworld." The elderly Loki spoke again: "It possesses the foundation to create many wonderful new stories, but it is too simple so far."

The four looked at each other, and Nick said, "We don't deny this point, because it was originally just a concept, but we already have some ideas for the new version."

"Let's hear it." Walt said with great interest.

"But we need to know your conditions first." Schiller glanced at Walt and then looked at the elderly Loki: "Your conditions."

"I just need more novel stories." The elderly Loki still half-closed his eyes, looking somewhat sleepy.

"And I want exclusive naming sponsorship rights." Walt spread his hands and said, "I hope this universe can be renamed Disney-Battleworld."

"No way." The four said in unison.

Walt was just about to say something, but Schiller interrupted him and said, "You can't expect us to convince every Batman to wear Mickey ears, or everyone to hold hands and sing and dance as soon as they meet. No Mickey, no family-friendly rating, no Disney!"

Walt sighed, as if they had missed a brilliant idea, but negotiation was about asking for sky-high prices and paying back on the ground, so he immediately followed up.

"Then I hope to set the novice tutorial to be completed in Disney World, which means every new contestant must go to Disney World for a trip."

Schiller covered his forehead helplessly and said, "Isn't this still the same? The one who goes in is Batman, and the one who comes out is Bat-baby. Do you think God will agree?"

Walt waved his hand and said, "I don't think you will find someone who needs to go through a long level to learn how to play this game. How about I design a cartoon? It contains all system introductions and game tutorials, just put my name at the end."

The four looked at each other. Clearly, Walt was satisfying his desire to continue creating as an animator. After a little thought, the four nodded in unison.

But they knew this was not all of Walt Disney's requirements. ===== CHAPTER 2018 =====